Chapter 333

Although the tone of Nostradamus was not heavy when he said this sentence, even the scolding was just like complaining, Joshua was acutely aware that the old mage's expression was a little unnatural when he said the word "box".

There are many explanations for this unnaturalness, such as embarrassment and being troublesome, but the most likely one is the confusion and worry caused by not knowing how to deal with it.

And the thing that can make an old mage worry is absolutely not as simple as an ordinary box.

"Can I help you?"

Joshua said that it was very natural for Nostradamus to have a relationship with him. The soldier reminded him: "the black fog has affected some buildings in the city center, so we need to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Yes, there are no ordinary residential areas near the mage Association." It doesn't need too much explanation. Everyone knows how serious the accident is in the capital of a country. After putting away the communication array, the old mage's expression becomes more serious: "that box is a difficult thing. Maybe you don't know about it, but it has caused a great topic in the mage world recently... Let's not talk about its origin, This box was originally studied by another group of mages in the association. They were not weak, but there was an accident. Now they want me to solve such a big problem. "

Nostradamus's expression became very complicated: "they also pulled the face down, and they asked me for it."

"So you need help."

Joshua shrugged. He passed the strange objects related to the box and black fog in his mind several times. He had a general idea of the situation he was going to face. Then he said calmly, "we also need the mage association to find someone to start as soon as possible and solve it as soon as possible."

"If you think about it, there was an accident when you came to the imperial capital last time."

While the soldier was talking with the old mage, Ying nodded thoughtfully: "no, more than that, every time the Master goes out, it seems that there will be an accident."

"More than that, my sister, it's not just going out."

The young man with black hair shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and added: "even if the master is drinking at home and reading newspapers, there will be a magic dragon sneaking in to assassinate him. I guess --"

Lin's words didn't finish, because Joshua had already pressed his head and threatened to shake it. Shenji youth immediately said to shut up and stop talking.

"... I'm sorry, but please forgive me for being rude."

Dimore, who had been very silent all the way, suddenly spoke. His mood had completely recovered from Israel's previous lecture. After hearing the conversation between Joshua and Nostradamus, he thought for a while, then calmly shook his head and said, "I have some other things... I can't accompany you to deal with them."

"No problem." The old master nodded slightly: "your business is also very important. Let's finish it as soon as possible."

This is not unexpected. When dimore was in the library before, he obviously had something to do. Although his actions had changed because of the appearance of Joshua and Nostradamus, now that everything is over, it's almost time to go back to deal with his affairs.

Nodding to Nostradamus, the second prince turned his head and looked at Joshua. He and the soldier looked at each other for a moment in silence, then left without saying a word.

"Don't let your father down."

Just as dimore was about to disappear at the corner of the corridor, Nostradamus spoke faintly, and the other party obviously heard this sentence. He took a physical meal, and then continued to walk away.

When the second prince completely disappeared in the public's field of vision, the old mage sighed slightly. Then, he said calmly: "let's start as soon as possible - Joshua, get closer to me, I'm going to prepare for transmission."

"Doesn't the emperor have an isolated transmission array?"

Although asked this question, but Joshua was not surprised, he called Ying and Lin close to himself, and then the three went to Nostradamus: "I thought you were the same."

"I presided over the latest transformation of the Falun."

The old mage's whole body appeared a little bit of dark blue fluorescence, and the surrounding space appeared a wrinkle like the ripples of the lake. His mouth slightly tilted up and said with a smile: "which mage will give up this great opportunity without adding a little back door of his own? For the sake of Israel's face, I usually try not to use it, but now it's a special situation - ready, let's go! "

At the end of the speech, with a slight fluctuation of time and space, the group disappeared in the Morley palace. His majesty, the emperor in the Shenghui hall, was also aware of the near zero waves. He gave a chuckle and then shook his head.

——Imperial capital, mage Association, near truth Avenue.At this time, it was late at night, but there was a continuous stream of screams. Under the glow of the pyroxene lamp, more than a dozen city guard teams were busy walking back and forth in the dark. They evacuated the people, cleaned up the roads, and set up the blockade line. These tall soldiers in armor, swords and shields, and coat of arms, calmly dispersed other people around who seemed to want to see the excitement, At the same time, he gave a loud warning: "the irrelevant people should leave the truth Avenue as soon as possible. There is an accident in the Royal mage Association of the Empire. Please leave your houses and go to St. Elaine church, the city hall and other places for refuge. Is this a joke? This is a high alert order. The Empire will make up for all your losses. Repeat it, Unrelated persons.... "

The middle voice reverberated on both sides of the street, and the onlookers also realized that this was not a drill, but something really happened. The passers-by remembered the demon sacrifice event half a month ago, and the expression of the city guards was very serious, so they all left uneasily.

At the other end of the street, behind the house, a strange black fog is spreading around the Royal mage Association.

It seems to be just ordinary fog, but the wind can't blow. Pure darkness breeds in it. From the outside to the inside, you can't see anything at all, as if the thing swallowed by the fog has gone to another world.

With the passage of time, the black fog bit by bit over the road signs and the abandoned carriages, which immediately sounded the sound of something being corroded. Through the fog, you can vaguely see that these road signs and carriages covered by the black fog melt like mud, and then become a sticky unknown substance on the ground.

Around, the lower half of the rock buildings covered by the black fog are still standing, but the wooden houses are collapsing one after another. On the roadside, the iron lampposts are touched by the black fog, and only a few seconds later, there are decaying rust marks. On the contrary, the pyroxene lamps are still shining in the black fog.

At the edge of this strange black fog, many mages are casting spells, and it seems that they want to stop the diffusion of these fog. Their actions are quite effective. One by one, the magic is released, and the black fog dissipates and retreats. However, there are too few of them. The speed of dispelling the black fog is not one tenth of the natural diffusion speed of the black fog, and later, The fog seemed to adapt to the power of magic, it began to push forward against all kinds of magic.

"No, the power of erebos' box is beyond our imagination. The fog is alive!"

A middle-aged mage in a blue robe released a power barrier, and then yelled to his companions. His face was serious, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead: "it has tried to find out the limit of our attack, so it began to spread without worry!"

"This is the Imperial City, we can't use large-scale magic!"

Another reply mage's voice almost jumped out of his teeth. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, my experiments have been interrupted - the fog can't blow away, it can't burn off, it can absorb magic, it's very corrosive - what about the second group of people who study the box of erebos? Where did they go? How does this group of wastes release this stuff? Is there no follow-up treatment strategy? "

"If so, we need to do it?"

A white haired old mage, who seems to be at least 70 years old, has gathered nine magic nodes around him. A huge, complex and slowly rotating array appears in front of him. The white haired mage squints his eyes, then points forward his hand. Suddenly, a cone-shaped translucent shock wave comes out of the array, It suppresses the black fog in one direction.

Until this time, he said with impatience: "where are the florians? Where is his teacher? Hasu, an old man, has made a mistake and he doesn't deal with it. Is he going to hide it as if he didn't see it? "

But no one answered him, and the old mage immediately forgot his question after seeing the change of fog in front of him.

Originally slow diffusion of fog, is now dramatic ups and downs, covering more than half a block, black fog sea is turbulent, layers of thin and strange waves surge in its upper layer, layer upon layer toward the periphery edge.

"E-la, e-la"

Suddenly, in the turbulent fog, there was a strange song. The song was sacred, with a sense of solemnity. It seemed that he was praising an unknown existence. When he heard this voice, the old mage subconsciously felt bad, He immediately increased the strength of his front array, and suddenly a huge shock wave that could break the wall roared toward the black fog

There is no doubt that the mage's strength is strong enough. At least the magic of the golden medium level against the city is condensed into a solid magic under his control, which does not affect the surrounding streets and buildings, The translucent shockwave bumped head-on into the black fog.But nothing happened.

To be exact, there is. When the black fog is being diffused by the shock wave, it stops for a moment, and even shows obvious signs of contraction. But in the next moment, it continues to spread towards the periphery as if the attack does not exist, and its speed even has a tendency of increasing.

"What the hell?"

The old mage was stunned. He was a man who had participated in the war with the orcs in those years and returned alive. In the whole mage Association, except Nostradamus, his strength was enough to rank in the top five. If the golden level magic [Grauer destroys the city palm] with full power just now was hit, it would be enough to smash a huge dragon into pieces and turn a huge mammoth into meat mud, If it is released to the ground, it is enough to trigger a small earthquake, but in the face of black fog, the result is that the other party has stopped for less than half a second.

"It's got phagocytic resistance. Damn it, hassu. They're not good."

I immediately realized that the second group of people who studied the box of erebos did not hide, but were really lost in the black fog. The white haired mage immediately felt in trouble: "it's too targeted. The resistance of demon eating will only appear on those Warcraft who live in the dead magic area. How can there be a fog? What can we do to deal with the black fog? "

And a holy light answered his question.

On the side of the mage, a light silver beam suddenly appeared. It shot straight into the black fog, and immediately penetrated the strange fog. Later, more light silver rays appeared. These rays shot into the black fog from all directions of the street, forming a crisscross network, which completely suppressed the turbulent black fog.

As if the black fog had met the natural enemies, it began to retreat continuously, and the buildings that had been swallowed and eroded by it before appeared in front of people again.

"It seems that the divine light of punishment works on this thing."

A hearty male voice reverberates in the street. The head of the Knights' order of freedom hammer, the paladin robzek, who just came out of the palace of Morley, is full of sacred flame that seems to be burning. He maintains the light net that suppresses the whole black fog sea, turns his head, smiles, and says to the silent white haired Mage: "the art has its specialty, You are certainly not as professional as us in dealing with such strange things. "

The Embassy of the seven gods church lived not far from the Royal mage Association. They naturally noticed the strange events and helped.

However, the white haired mage is not unhappy at all. He is not a young man. He will be angry because of such trifles. What's more, the mage should have pursued the right and truth. What the silver haired Paladin said is correct. He should not use magic to deal with things with demon eating resistance. The holy light of the clergy is really a good choice.

But at this time, on the other side came the frightened voice of the city guard: "fog! The fog is boiling

"What?"

Both robzek and the white haired mage were stunned for a moment. At the next moment, the silver light net composed of the holy light of robzek broke up and turned into countless scattered light spots. The suppressed Black Sea of fog began to spread around more violently than before